Title: The end?
by Sam from Essex | in writing, poetry
For all my dreams before me, crushed before my eyes,
A tear I wept and not enough for all the times I'd tried.
Yet still it haunts me in the night, the pressure in my head,
It hides amongst the shadows, it's found under a bed.
Some people dream of floating hearts, some dream of oil and gold,
Yet all I dream of is freedom and so it has been told.
Feeling of an end approaching
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